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6. Neeththal vinnappam Oh true One Who enslaved me, the false one as a thing of worth and covered up my false-hood! Behold that You do not forsake me ! Oh You with dark throat due to swallowed poison 1 Oh King of Uththarakosamangai Oh roseate One! Oh Civan Oh Lord Who rids the cycle of birth of this mean fellow! (6:7) Oh Uththarakosamangai's King Whose bull with a collar of chiming bells frightening the foe Behod that You do not forsake me who perspire wondering how Your superb grace will judge my mis-deeds. My five senses and fear pull this Karma-ridden me from two sides. (6:8) Oh unique Chieftain of all the wonderful three worlds' Oh King of Uththarakosamangai Oh You Who shine holding in the right hand the three-leaved spear of war ! Behold that You do not forsake me who parting from You resemble an ant caught inside a brand burning at both ends. (6:9) 297